It ain’t much, but it’s something! Image c/o Wesleyan University
So, it snowed for the first time last night. I’m assuming this means that winter has started, which is a little scary, but the events of this weekend are making it easier to process. There are many awesome things going on, including cultural shows, dancing shows and performing bands.
Heads up: “F*****” is either not what you think it is, or exactly what you hope it is.
Who needs an established music career in order to come up with solid music and entertaining videos? Definitely not the group that calls itself the Foss Hill Five, whose catalog of music up to this point was… nonexistent. But in MUSC 108, that doesn’t matter.
You heard right: “Late Night F*****” was written, recorded, and produced for a class right here at Wesleyan, a class that I myself am in. The incomparable (and so very liberal-arts sounding) “History of Rock and R&B” has its students team up to create songs, music videos, and even a class magazine for both a midterm and final project. Well, in addition to a test, which I am procrastinating studying for by writing up this blog post.
Aside from us boring people who wrote essays or designed a publication, some students rapped, remixed, re-instrumented, or re-sung existing tunes. But the most creative students went original, composing their own music, lyrics, and performing it all themselves.
That was the route taken by the ensemble of Henry Molofsky ’13 (Keyboard, Bass Synth, Lyrics, Composition), Adam Brudnick ’13 (Guitar, Production), Camille Bordet-Sturla ’13 (Vocals), Michael Zazzaro ’13 (Guitar, Composition) and Alex Kuwada ’13 (Vocals, Lyrics), who devised “Late Night F*****” as an ode to “the ultimate Wesleyan weekend transition: from partying on Fountain to ordering Falafel Cart.”
Get your mind out of the gutter— “F*****” is just “Falafel.” Watch the video above, and then read more about this epic, school-mandated collaboration
But before you dress up to play tonight, the Wesleyan Organization of Corduroy Kids and Appreciators (WOCKA) urges you to consider one final 11/11/11 occasion: Corduroy Appreciation Day. The holiday, which marks the fact that 111111 totally resembles the fabric stripes, may be celebrated anywhere by all who deck out in corduroy, “the fabric of intellectuals, poets, Woody Allen.” But the indisputable center of the movement is in Manhattan, where the Corduroy Appreciation Society is throwing a party that’s been in the works since 2005. They’re looking for a supposed “Corduroy Messiah,” too—and they’re not kidding around: